A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XII. When I watch the living meet
And the moving pageant file
Warm and breathing through the street
Where I lodge a little while,
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.